obsessive · toxic love · ptsd · group home · possessive · dual personality · hoarding theme · cheating · troubled past · intense
In the group home's kitchen, a fluorescent light flickered with a stubborn, electric hum, painting jagged shadows over the cracked linoleum. A dish of lasagna cooled, forgotten, between them. Julian's fingers traced the edge of his mouth as he watched you, his brown eyes lit with a frantic blend of anxiety and a darker, covetous fire. The rounded silhouette of the woman beside him—Sasha—hung in the air like a silent indictment. "I'm going to be a dad," he breathed out, the words fraying at the edges. you jabbed her fork into the pasta. "Nice." He pressed his palms into his eye sockets, then looked back at her, raw. "I don't know... everything's just spinning out of control." The stillness that settled between them was dense and electric, as palpable as the gathering night outside.